"Yeah, but it won't hurt. That's why I taught you to use a bat."
Laughing, I swing at him, but he moves easily out of the way. We take our bats to the Harleys then look around at the shitty cold day. Not so long ago, I could easily ditch Little Memphis and the club, if it meant saving my ass and protecting my family. Those days are over.
33
Bebe
Cum-Receptacle
Maggie is a good-looking chick. I really wish she were a dog so I could feel superior, but she has a banging bod and bouncy blonde hair. Hating women for being hot and slutty isn't my policy. I'd seen too many people do that to my mom, sister, aunt, grandma, and friends. Yes, the whole prostitute thing led to many judgmental stares and whispering.
At the pharmacy to pick up Devin's asthma medicine, Shay and I spot Maggie in the feminine hygiene aisle. I don't know why I stop to study her except I'm curious.
"I'm going to talk to her," I tell Shay, who shakes her head.
"Let's jump her."
"Says the girl with weak upper body strength."
Shay throws her head back and laughs. She's in a great mood tonight. Of course, her man didn't try to bang Maggie a few days ago.
"I want to F U C K I N G humanize her."
"Lame."
Shay follows me to where Maggie looks at tampons. I doubt ganging up on a chick who's on the rag is a smart idea, but I can't stop myself.
"Hey, Maggie," I say as friendly as I can.
Her face scrunches into a frown, making her less hot. I appreciate this fact immediately.
"What do you want?"
"I thought I'd say hi."
"Why?" she asks, suspicious now.
"I wanted to get to know you."
Narrowing her eyes, she asks again. "Why?"
"She's curious why you're a whore," Shay says, and I roll my eyes.
Maggie glares at us, so I put on my happy face. "Pax told me that you were kinda nice the other night when he was in his A S S H O L E mode. Like you gave him good advice."
"I was willing to fuck him. Did he tell you that?"
"Yeah," I grunt. "You're not making me want to F U C K I N G like you."
"What do I care if you like me?"
Shay twirls her keys in what I suspect is an aggressive move. "Bitches like you should be worried about making bitches like us mad."
"Why would you want us to hate you?" I ask when she glares at Shay.
"I don't care either way."
"Do you like being a club W H O R E?"
"Yeah," Shay says, putting away her keys. "You're hot enough to get a man for real, so why be a cum-receptacle for a bunch of married guys?"
Maggie crosses her arms and glares at us. "You're fucking with me."
"Under different circumstances, I could see myself in your place," I explain.
"You really think you're better off?"
"Yeah, totally," Shay says, and I nod.
"They'll cheat on you," Maggie mutters. "All of them do."
"You're pleasant," I say. "So don't you want a real relationship?"
"What makes you think I don't have a boyfriend?"
"What kind of man wants his chick fucking guys at work?" Shay says.
"You were a stripper."
"And I never banged anyone at work. It wasn't even a hard decision either."
"I like bikers."
"So do I, but I got mine to put a ring on it," Shay says, flashing her ring.
I grin at her then focus on Maggie. "I didn't come over here to be a B I T C H."
"Yet here you are."
"I wanted to get to know you and see you as a person. If it helps, I'm thinking of you less as a W H O R E and more as a B I T C H now."
Maggie rolls her eyes and grabs a box of tampons. "Look, Pax didn't cheat on you, and that means something. Not that he'll love you forever or any romantic shit like you're thinking. It just means you got him all wrapped up for now. I'm happy for you. But you should know that if you two don't work out and he wants to bang me, I won't say no. He's a good fuck, and I'm not looking for anything more."
"He is really good," I say to Shay, who pretends to puke. "Well, good luck with the club W H O R E thing. I hope you find a man one day that doesn't just want to F U C K you. Someone nice who thinks you're funny."
"She's not funny though," Shay says immediately.
"To us, but for the right guy, she will be. He'll think she's perfect, and he won't just use her as a C U M-receptacle."
Shay smiles. "That's sweet."
"Everyone has someone out there. It's just about finding them and beating them into submission."
Hitching up her purse, Maggie steps past us. "That's romantic, Bebe. Tell ya what. The next time someone is talking shit about you at Suede, I won't join in."
"You're good people," I call out to her.
"She really isn't."
"Or maybe she is and she just hides it really F U C K I N G well."
"No."
"Probably, but I feel like if I can get past hating the C U N T then I can stop thinking about her with Pax. I need to stop feeling like S H I T. I want to forgive him."
"You miss getting laid," Shay teases as we stand in the pharmacy pickup line.
"I really do. He was so good at it. I'd say it was all the practice he got, but Howie F U C K E D a bunch of chicks and he wasn't good."